Whether she just stretched her hand far enough, or if the hammer responded to her will she'll never know, but her hand closes about the familiar handle even as her vision is blurring worse.
She taps it on the ground even as a massive fist is slamming into her, and the skies open up, lightning arcing down on Blonsky, who is the only shield Sarah has against being hit by her own lightning bolt.
The desperate can't be picky.
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